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tampered2006-11-15 05:40 am
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Log: Complete
When; Nov. 15th ( early morning )
Rating; R ( for gore and language)
Characters;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, silkcutremix John Constantine
Summary; Guilt, judgement, and the ties that bind
Log;
Darkness.
Be it darkness of the complete absence of light, or the more frightening, yet more profound darkness produced by the weak bare bulb that offered more inky shadow than it illuminated; darkness was ever-present.
In the house that darkness built, shadow was a living breathing thing.
It whispered great sighs like a hugs body breathing in the rank stench of earth, piss, shit, and a smell somewhat like that of dogs, but with the coppery addition of old blood that dried in scaboruous patches across the writhing mass of flesh that made up the majority of the creatures in the barb-wire pen.
Creatures that may have once been animals; may have once been dogs.
They still moved as dogs, and as though some piece of them still remembered things like sensations beyond pain and hunger, they reacted somewhat like dogs.
In this respect they paced and growled at the intruder in thier territory.
The intruder was a whole thing, though it still carried an air of humaness, alien and other.
The dogs with long glistening whip-like toungues paced and muttered, growled and shredded thier obscenly long tongues on the barb-wire mesh that made up the sectioned piece of the white one's cage.
Beyond these, there were the bandaged ones who would occasionally writhe, and whimper in gurgling broken voices until thier very skulls split down the middle to hang in bisected halves from dripping necks.
Often they would collapse and spew blood mixed with other fluid afterwards, as bone and sinew slowly started to knit back together....only to be torn asunder by some strange unseen force over and over again.
Cyclic in thier torment, these animals would occasionally lash out in thier agony and thus blindly attack the barb-wire cage as well, but it was a senseless rushing, whereas the tongued ones were calculating, and methodical; testing the wires for weaknesses.
Rating; R ( for gore and language)
Characters;
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, silkcutremix John ConstantineSummary; Guilt, judgement, and the ties that bind
Log;
Darkness.
Be it darkness of the complete absence of light, or the more frightening, yet more profound darkness produced by the weak bare bulb that offered more inky shadow than it illuminated; darkness was ever-present.
In the house that darkness built, shadow was a living breathing thing.
It whispered great sighs like a hugs body breathing in the rank stench of earth, piss, shit, and a smell somewhat like that of dogs, but with the coppery addition of old blood that dried in scaboruous patches across the writhing mass of flesh that made up the majority of the creatures in the barb-wire pen.
Creatures that may have once been animals; may have once been dogs.
They still moved as dogs, and as though some piece of them still remembered things like sensations beyond pain and hunger, they reacted somewhat like dogs.
In this respect they paced and growled at the intruder in thier territory.
The intruder was a whole thing, though it still carried an air of humaness, alien and other.
The dogs with long glistening whip-like toungues paced and muttered, growled and shredded thier obscenly long tongues on the barb-wire mesh that made up the sectioned piece of the white one's cage.
Beyond these, there were the bandaged ones who would occasionally writhe, and whimper in gurgling broken voices until thier very skulls split down the middle to hang in bisected halves from dripping necks.
Often they would collapse and spew blood mixed with other fluid afterwards, as bone and sinew slowly started to knit back together....only to be torn asunder by some strange unseen force over and over again.
Cyclic in thier torment, these animals would occasionally lash out in thier agony and thus blindly attack the barb-wire cage as well, but it was a senseless rushing, whereas the tongued ones were calculating, and methodical; testing the wires for weaknesses.